50 Word Story: Sticky Fog

 

50 Word Story Sticky Fog

Sticky Fog

The fog outside keeps getting thicker and thicker. Stickier, somehow. From my window it looks like thick cotton wool enveloping the whole world. And in the centre, right where that sticky fog is thickest, I can see something else. Something that doesn’t belong. And I’m sure I saw it smile.


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